The Sunspire It's adventure time again

The small, sleek form of the Alpha — whose own loyalty to them seemed to inspire loyalty in turn — approached, and Noctura raised his morose head to meet her. He had not been watching the sparse communications between the rest of the pack as they rested, but he had felt some of them, hearing stolen words with a twitch of his ear or noting injuries out of the corner of his eye. The mood was solemn, and that Noctura was contributing to it only added to his guilt.

The problem was, he had no practice in pretence. He was unable to act as if all was well. But he could, at least, find an ilk of honesty that might benefit their wise and sweet leader. My wound is healing, thank you, his deep, accented voice was soft and respectful. Sure enough, the fang marks on his shoulder were doing fine; while unseen wounds were not.

Does Zennyo Ryūō guide your paws, Asterr? he asked quietly after a moment, a question for their ears only.